Saturday, December 27, 2008

A foggy day in Sydney town

Swathed in fog, the eastern suburbs of Sydney were breathtaking this morning. Set aglow periodically by a struggling sun, the city was eerie when viewed from Redfern and even Moore Park Golf Links made me appreciate the delicateness of the natural world even in the midst of the city and heavily crafted by man.

As the morning progressed, Dad and I enjoyed the swathed view of Manly from Parsley Bay and then together experienced the exhilarating drive from Watsons Bay along Military Road to Bondi, with the on-shore breezes blowing gusts of fog up the cliffs and across the road before wafting up once more to the atmosphere.

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Candles

They are the last romantics, these candles;Upside down hearts of light tipping wax fingers,And the fingers, taken in by their own haloes,Grown milky, almost clear, like the bodies of saints.It is touching, the way they'll ignore

A whole family of prominent objectsSimply to plumb the deeps of an eyeIn its hollow of shadows, its fringe of reeds,And the owner past thirty, no beauty at all.Daylight would be more judicious,